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The battle was a blaze in his memory, a single burst of fire, all shrapnel and blood and smoke and noise. Now all was quiet, and the dead were everywhere, some stacked and gathered, others strewn lonely in the field. Somehow the silence beat a rhythm within itself, like the memory of a heart gone still, like drums only almost struck.
Grammar’s forces had moved on, north probably, toward the river and the mill and the stores beneath Pa Conner’s shop. Caleb had glimpsed the map only in passing and only in the uncertain light of the Captain’s low-burned taper, but he had a fair idea of where the men were headed.
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This is my response to Lillie McFerrin’s Five Sentence Fiction prompt. This week’s prompt: SILENCE. As you can tell, I’ve decided to make a series out of these, continuing the story from last week. If you missed it, give it a read — and be sure to check out all the other responses on Lillie’s blog!
As always, constructive criticism, destructive praise, and general commentary welcome below!
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